JULIUS CÆSAR. 39 Por. Thou hast some suit to Cæfar, haft thou not? To be so good to Cæfar, as to hear me : Por. Why, know'st thou any harm's intended to wards him? Sooth. None that I know will be, much that I fear [may chance. Good morrow to you. Here the street is narrow: The throng that follows Cæfar at the heels, Of fenators, of prætors, common fuitors, Will crowd a feeble man almost to death : I'll get me to a place more void, and there Speak to great Cæfar as he comes along. [Exit. Por. I must go in. Ay me! how weak a thing The heart of woman is! Ó Brutus! The heavens speed thee in thine enterprize! And bring me word what he doth say to thee. ACT III. [Exeunt. SCENE I. The ftreet, and then the Capitol; the Senate fitting. Flourish. Enter CÆSAR, BRUTUS, CASSIUS, CASCA, DECIUS, METELLUS, TREBONIUS, CINNA, ANTONY, LEPIDUS, ARTEMIDORUS, POPILIUS, PUBLIUS, and the Soothfayer. Cafar. THE ides of March are come. Sooth. Sooth. Ay, Cæfar; but none gone. Art. O Cæfar, read mine first: for mine's a fuit Caf. What, urge you your petitions in the street? Come to the Capitol. [CÆSAR enters the Capitol, the reft following.] Pop. I wish your enterprize to-day may thrive. Caf. What enterprize, Popilius? Pop. Fare you well. Bru. What faid Popilius Lena? Caf. He wish'd, to-day our enterprize might thrive. I fear, our purpose is discovered. Bru. Look, how he makes to Cæfar: Mark him. Caf. Cafca, be sudden, for we fear prevention.Brutus, what shall be done? If this be known, Caffius, or Cæfar, never shall turn back, For I will flay myself. Bru. Caffius, be constant: Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes; For, look, he smiles, and Cæfar doth not change. Caf. Trebonius knows his time; for, look you, Brutus, He draws Mark Antony out of the way. [Exeunt ANT. and TREB, Dec. Where is Metellus Cimber? let him go, And presently prefer his fuit to Cæfar. Bru. He is addrest: press near, and fecond him. JULIUS CÆSAR. 41 Cin. Cafca, you are the first that rear your hand. That Cæfar, and his fenate, must redress? Caf. I muft prevent thee, Cimber. Met. Is there no voice more worthy than my own, Caf. Pardon, Cæfar; Cæfar, pardon: Caf. I could be well mov'd, if I were as you; But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fixt, and resting quality, D3 There There is no fellow in the firmament. Cin. O Cæfar, Caf. Hence! Wilt thou lift up Olympus? Caf. Doth not Brutus bootless kneel? Caf. Some to the common pulpits, and cry out, Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement ! Bru. People, and fenators! be not affrighted; Fly not; stand still :-ambition's debt is paid. Cafta. Go to the pulpit, Brutus. Dec. And Caffius too. Bru. Where's Publius? Cin. Here, quite confounded with this mutiny. Should chance Bru. Talk not of standing:-Publius, good cheer; There is no harm intended to your person, Caf. And leave us, Publius, left that the people Rushing 1 JULIUS CÆSAR. 43 Rushing on us, should do your age some mischief. But we the doers. Re-enter TREBONIUS. Caf. Where is Antony? Treb. Fled to his house amaz'd: Men, wives, and children, stare, cry out, and run, Bru. Fates! we will know your pleasures : Cuts off so many years of fearing death. Shall this our lofty scene be acted over, Bru. How many times shall Cæfar bleed in sport, That now on Pompey's basis lies along, Caf. So oft as that shall be, The men that gave their country liberty. Dec. What, shall we forth? Caf. Ay, every man away: 1 Brutus shall lead, and we will grace his heels With |